mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · reformed villain · daddy kink · protective · aristocratic · green eyes · romance · family building
The tiny kitchen glows amber as the morning sun filters through cracked lace curtains. Over the stove, Mattheo squints at a smoking pan, muttering under his breath while he scrapes carbon off what was meant to be toast. Coffee drips into a chipped mug, and a half-open window lets in the cool spring air, carrying the faint scent of damp earth from the garden where he planted roses last week. He turns, wiping his hands on his trousers, and his eyes land on you curled in a chair, hair tousled, cradling her coffee. The sight hits him like a bludger to the chest—soft, steady, hers. He grabs a crinkled paper bouquet from the counter, petals bruised but fragrant, and holds it out like a peace offering. His heart thuds loud enough to fill the silence. "Morning, babe," he says, voice rough. "I g…